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It started out as a dare. My sister, her bff and I were on a group chat one day, and we were talking about how dependent I was and how I would not survive in a non-English speaking country. So I said, try me. They gave me a list of countries including Germany, Venezuela, Russia, Brazil, and threw in some African countries. I started complaining because I only had a limited budget, so my sister came up with Seoul, South Korea thinking, Ginnie, her bff, was still working in Busan, so there's no way I can ask help from her. But Ginnie PMed me, telling me not to worry 'coz she'll take care of me if the dare pushes through 'coz she now works in Seoul.

So there I was 25 days later, en route to Seoul with two backpacks and no English-Korean dictionary in hand. I only know two Korean phrases then--Annyeonghaseyo and Saranghamnida. I had no interest in the culture and only watch dubbed Korean movies and dramas if I had no other choice.

Ginnie picked me up at the airport just in time. I already felt nauseas because I was starting to panic thinking I was lost. She laughed so hard when she saw my cold nervous sweat. She took me to her workplace first. She's a set/stage designer and works for a prominent TV station in Korea. For now, she was assigned to a new TV program. I felt giddy and excited. I mean, who wouldn't?! I was pretty sure I'd be seeing stars I only see in Korean soaps and films. I asked her if I would see Lee Dong Wok, but she said he was serving the military. So, I asked if I would see Jun Pyo, she said not likely as the show deals with idol groups and the hosts were artists who were once part of idol groups. But she added in something that got me confused, she said, I might see someone from F4 there. I tried bugging her for details, but she just smiled at me and said, 'When you see him and if the 'sneaky bastard' decides to go there, you'll know..'

The curiosity faded away and was forgotten quickly as I saw the lovely people. I knew 'new girl group' because my Korean addict friend showed me a video clip of them, and my sister was completely head over heels in love with 'baby', so yeah, I knew him and his infamous group which was either on hiatus or has completely disbanded.

I was really in awe and thrilled to meet 'gorgeous unnie'. Like what I overheard from Ginnie and my sister as they talked about Korean celebs Ginnie met at work, 'gorgeous unnie' was very friendly and so non-diva like. She always had the least of things on her rider and she was always courteous to the staff even when she was so tired. She shook my hand firmly, which for me was a sign of the kind of person she was. Seeing her backstage made me realize why my sister was such a fangirl.

They soon started filming, but I got bored since I did not understand a thing they said, I excused myself and told Ginnie that I was gonna wait for her in the make-up room where we left my bags.

I settled on the couch, wrapped myself with a comforter and immediately, I felt drowsy. I was walking in Lalaland when I heard the squeaking of the door. Somebody entered the room. With eyes half closed, I can only tell that the person who came in was a man. He was tall and slim. I can't really tell if he's muscular but he had a good structure. He only wore a white shirt and tattered jeans. He had a black cap on, so I couldn't see his face. I was curious, but I was way too tired and sleepy.

I woke up to the squeaking of the door again. I really thought Korean guy in white shirt was about to leave, but then 'gorgeous unnie' came in. I don't think she noticed that I was there as I was bundled up in a comforter.

She walked slowly as if she was looking for something. She smiled widely when she saw the guy. 'She was looking for him? Is this 'sneaky bastard' Ginnie was referring to?, I asked myself. I saw the guy reach out his hand and when 'gorgeous unnie' held out her hand, he gently pulled her towards him and held her in a tight embrace. If I was right, the hug lasted for about 5 minutes.

I then concluded that he was really 'sneaky bastard'.

'Sneaky bastard' towered over 'gorgeous unnie'. They looked like the perfect couple. He kissed the top of her head before 'gorgeous unnie' broke free from his embrace. She took his cap off, so his face became visible from where I lay. He was really familiar, and for a good three minutes, I couldn't figure out his name for the life of me.

If only I understood what they were saying. He gently pushed a lock of stray hair away from her face then bent over to kiss her on the cheek then her full lips. I thought I melted when he did that. It was very sweet of him.

Then it dawned upon me who this guy was, he was the infamous 'statue actor' (please forgive me I'm not a fan). He wasn't stiff and statue-like when I saw him in that hit drama. Everything was so natural, and he looked pretty darn happy with her. I think he's smitten!!

After one more hug, 'gorgeous unnie' left, then sneaky bastard left. I was pretty much in awe. Obviously, they were in love, sorry, very much in love.

I told Ginnie what I saw on our drive home. Of course, I had to keep mum while I was there. She just laughed at me and said, if my sister saw that, she would've flipped with purple happiness. I told her, I didn't understand.

That night Ginnie and I watched a 'show'. Everything became clear how 'sneaky bastard' and 'gorgeous unnie' started. Ginnie said, their relationship was kept a secret, everybody acted like they saw nothing out of respect for 'gorgeous unnie'. Besides, there are those fans who think they own 'sneaky bastard' or those who think their idol is their boyfriend. I think everyone saw how much she suffered during their reality show, that's why her friends in the industry were very protective of her.

Ginnie said 'sneaky bastard', too was very protective. He used to keep it a secret, but there was a rumor that he didn't want to live like that. It was said that he almost quit show business just to be with her, but 'gorgeous unnie' said she was fine and she shouldn't be a hindrance to him doing what he loved to do.

What a beautiful love story these two have. I am mighty proud of them.

I wish I could give you guys more details or the names, but I too want to protect her, she deserves to love as she chooses and deserves only the best which I think is 'sneaky bastard'.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------WARNING: THIS IS A FAKE FAN ACCOUNT!!

Okay, I was whining to a friend about how I have never written a fan account and how badly I wanted to write one!! So, like the brilliant awesome friend she is, she suggested that I make up one.

The dare thing was real though, my friend dared me to go on vacay alone in a non-English speaking country, but due to the budget limit, we decided to cancel it.

So, I hope you guys enjoyed it. It was really like POOF!, there came the idea, so I had to hurry and write it all!!

If this won't work, blame it on the Twitter folks, you ladies know who you are...

Please leave me some love.

Thanks LVK2010 for the pic!!

Hyungjun takes his final bow after strutting the catwalk wearing the collections of a budding designer. He walked through the busy hallways, stopping to greet people on the way. He finally reached the chair with his name written on the back, sighing deeply as he slumped down. It wasn't his first time on a fashion show but for this show, he was extremely nervous. Everything he did now was like his first time. But a smile graced his mighty features when he saw the person approaching through the vanity mirror.~*~Hyunjoong decided it would be best to approach the Maknae of the once affluent Korean boy group when the thick sea of people backstage disappear. He knew the Maknae all too well-Hyungjun wasn't one to leave the backstage right away, he always lingered for a bit to breathe it all in.

When finally the crowd died down a bit, he decided it was time to make his move.

A petite woman walked in front of him holding a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers in her arms. She was always a kind creature who only thought of making other people happy. She loved taking care of other people that sometimes she forgets she needs someone to take care of her, too. She walked happily in her black stilletos making the once busy corridor her personal runway. HJ loved how her hips swayed in a very sensual way as she walked. Her black hair followed a certain rhythm as she turned to greet the people who called her name. And that voice that ringed and echoed through the hallways was no doubt hers and hers alone.

Hwangbo Hyejung was a walking poetry.

The Maknae turned excitedly as he saw one of his favorite Noonas approaching with a bouquet in hand. Although Hyungjun was a tall, chiselled man, he was still childish in many ways.

"Noona!!", he called out loudly, "You came, you really came!!!"

Hyungjun quickly got out of his chair, grinning like a fool and walking towards Hwangbo with his arms stretched out.

"So.. What do you think?", he asked Hwangbo as he flexed his muscles.

"You're a man now, young master!!", Hwangbo teased him as she handed him the bouquet.

From where he stood, Hyunjoong smiled secretly. It was most fun for him to watch their interaction. Not one bit of Hwangbo and Hyungjun's relationship has changed.

He could still remember the third time he brought her to their dorm when they were still a group. It seemed like these two have known each other for years. They laughed and bickered a lot about the smallest of things. They were playful. He recalled how happy he felt that Youngsaeng, Jungmin, Kyujong and Hyungjun easily felt comfortable with his girlfriend. Heck, they almost instantly fell in love with her the moment she volunteered to feed them Ramen in Japan even if it only was for the TV show.

But his stomach was in knots as he watched Hyungjun wrap Hwangbo’s small frame with his muscular arms and held her in a tight embrace. It seemed like his blood pressure skyrocketed when Hyungjun lifted Hwangbo off the ground to complete the bear hug.

He froze on that very spot and felt nauseas. 'What is this?!', he asked himself.

Hyunjoong thought he heard someone call his name, so he looked up.

Hyungjun finally noticed his Hyung lurking a few feet from where they stood.

"Hyunjoong Hyung", the Maknae called out, as he gently put his Noona down. "What a lovely surprise..", he continued.

Hyungjun motioned for his Hyung to come closer, oblivious of how uncomfortable Hwangbo might be.

Hyunjoong had no choice. He walked slowly, conscious of the growing tension between him and his former girlfriend.

Things did not end pleasantly between them. The misunderstandings and hullabaloo of being top stars in the industry did not help at all. Their schedules did not allow them to patch up the damage that was slowly eating them up alive and swallowing their relationship in whole.

It ended quickly, but oh so painfully. As he took steps towards where Hyungjun and Hwangbo stood, the memories of how they ended their relationship played inside his head. He could still see hwangbo’s face that gloomy morning. Her eyeliner smeared all over her face, and the tears continued to flow unendlessly. He could still hear her muffled sobs. They argued so badly that morning, they need not come up with a decision, it just came naturally. It was hasty and stupid and immature, but he brought it up anyway.

And so, it ended in the most horrifying and devastating way with her walking out of the room leaving all her belongings behind, walking out of his life forever.

Taking a deep breath, Hwangbo turned to face him. A phony, forced smile pasted on her face. She tipped her head forward, acknowledging his presence. She looked everywhere but never into his eyes, not even once.

"I was the best there, wasn't I, Hyung?!", the Maknae joked after sensing the obvious tension between his Hyung and Noona. He always wanted them together, at the rate their relationship was going. Hyungjun really thought he'd see those two in front of an altar, exchanging rings and promises, but he thought wrong. He tried to bring them back together, so did Kyujong, but they failed. They hurt each other's pride, not to mention just how truly stubborn they both were.

There was awkward silence as all three of them stood there. And somehow, Hyungjun felt like he had to say something before it gets more awkward.

Hyunjoong stared at Hwangbo--her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, her make-up light, she was as always glowing like a goddess divine.

'Yes she is indeed..', he thought to himself.

"Stop staring at her, Hyung..", Hyungjun leaned forward and whispered to Hyunjoong, "And please, close your mouth, your drool is all over the floor..."

Hyunjoong blinked then realized how intently he was staring at her.

"How have you been, Bu--, Hwa--, Hyejung Noona?", he finally had the guts to ask her.

Hwangbo tried to look up, but she just could not dare look him in the eyes. Six months have passed but the pain was still there.

Before Hwangbo could find the words to answer his question, someone called out her name causing her to turn around.

"Hyejungssi!!", the voice called again.

"I'm here..", she answered.

The man walked confidently towards Hwangbo then snaked his arms around her waist and held on to her tightly. He kissed her on the cheek then her mouth as if no one else was there. When he was done, he finally acknowledged the other people's presence.

"You did well, Hyungjun! Congrats!", Bae Yongjoon told Hyungjun, who was frozen not only because there was a superstar in front of him but because of what he just witnessed.

"Hyunjoongssi, it's been a long time since we saw each other. How's work coming along? Still a pretty busy guy, huh?", Yongjoon asked Hyunjoong, who was as shocked as his Maknae.

"This guy is bringing in the dough for Keyeast..", he proudly told Hwangbo, completely unaware of the tension and frigid atmosphere.

Of course, he was unaware of what transpired between his talent and his now girlfriend because the relationship was kept a secret, revealed only to Hwangbo and Hyunjoong’s closest friends.

Hwangbo smiled faintly then nodded.

Hyunjoong felt like his heart was about to explode with jealousy and anger. His boss and the only love of his life were in front of him, holding each other’s hand. The pang of regret dripped like blood in his veins. It was the meanest surprise he had ever gotten in his life.

He looked at the perfect couple, his boss and the ex-girlfriend that he still loves so much. Then what ifs, if only's, should haves, could haves and would haves hit Hyunjoong like a bullet train. Right then and there, he felt like he was beaten to a pulp. His face became pale and lifeless. Now, he was only left with his what ifs.~*~Hwangbo swallowed the lump forming on her throat. She tried to look at Hyunjoong’s face, but ended up looking elsewhere. She couldn't do it. She could not dare herself to look at him again. Although what they had ended six months ago and she should have moved on by now, the pain was still fresh. All her fears started popping like mushroom now that he was here and her new boyfriend was standing right beside her.

She knew this day would come but not this soon. She had not expected the same kind of pain and hurt to affect her so much and make her so uncomfortable now that she is face to face the man she once loved so deeply.

She did not realize this then but now she knows that her love for Kim Hyunjoong is so much greater compared to what she has now for Bae Yongjoon and perhaps any other man she will love in the future.

As she stood there, holding another man's hand facing her one great love, she held her tears in. She couldn't move nor breathe.

'I can't cry!!', she kept repeating to herself, 'I won't cry..'

She held on to Yongjoon’s arm tighter as if using it for support. She knew she had to escape and the man beside her was her only way out.

"Well young lads, I and my lovely lady here have to go now. I have to feed her and keep her happy and satisfied.", Yongjoon said, then reached out his hand for a handshake with Hyungjun.

"It was nice meeting you!", he said to Hyungjun, then turned to Hyunjoong, "I'll see you around in the office. We need to discuss a new project..", he told him.

Hwangbo caught a glimpse of Hyunjoong’s face. There was a sad look evident on his face. Something only she could see. But she had to stay strong and move on.

She walked away from him for the second time, but this time she promised herself never to look back. She kept walking further away from him until she knew he was no longer in view. When she turned around, Hyunjoong was no longer there. She had to move on and forget about her Shillang.

A tear was threatening to spill out from her eyes as the elevator door closed, but she quickly whisked it away in one motion.

So everybody in my twitter circle was talking about Episode 15, which I am just excited to watch. Yes, I feel giddy just thinking about what embarrassing and hilarious (or just plain dumb) antics Hani has prepared for us.. The 100% pure believers are ranting like mad over the bed scene!! LOL!! Which I thought was seriously awkward, but who knows right, it'd be very smexy when the whole epi comes out!!!

This was inspired by Kathy after reading her tweets.. It's just a drama.. Just like fics are fictional (No, I'm not hinting at anyone.. ehem, anti/hater..).. Anyway, it was seriously fun reading all your tweets about the bed scene.. I on the other hand am purely evil because... Okay, I'm shutting up now..

Oh this is for my fiercest twitter comrade who had me at hello&is currently finding me a rich Shillang, belin214 and a new found twitter/jber friend, cjv501--they keep me awake at work as I take twitter breaks..

This came pretty fast and I had a hard time grasping the idea and putting it into words.. Hope mah lovelies like this!!

Please do leave me some comments, they are very much appreciated...!

He sat on his office space looking annoyed and disappointed as he scanned through what seemed to be a 20-page script.

Hwangbo laughed secretly as she arranged her personal things inside her new Louis Vuitton luggage, which was originally his, but since what was his was also hers, then the new luggage from France was hers to use.

He let out another sigh of frustration, crumpling the first page, then smoothing it out again. It seemed like anytime now, steam would come out from his nose and ears.

“This isn’t gonna work!”, he mumbled in a low voice, but Hwangbo could still hear him even if she was further away from him. She started to chuckle uncontrollably at the sight of him getting all worked up over a script.

His eyebrows raised when he heard her laughter. Although she was in the bedroom right across his office space, he could hear and see her clearly through the widely opened door.

Hwangbo quickly turned around to avoid his eyes. She did not want to add to his frustrations nor his rising anger.

She was so busy trying to hide her laughter, she did not notice him entering the bedroom until the sound of him plopping on the queen sized bed surprised her.

“Yah, Hyunjoongah!! You scared me!”, Hwangbo said with one hand over her chest, “What are you doing here? Go back! I thought you were going to study your lines..”

“Wae?? I like it here! It’s much more comfortable!”, he answered pulling the comforter up to his chest, pretending to read the script.

“When are you coming back from Macau anyway?”, he asked, changing the topic.

“Hmm.. Shimty Oppa said Manager Oppa and I might have to stay there for a few days, maybe five or more—depending on the photo shoot..”, Hwangbo answered, looking excited and giddy about her trip.

“That long??? It’s gonna be your first time there without me, are you gonna be okay there? By yourself?”, he said, more worried about how long she’ll be gone.

Hwangbo was concentrating on packing, but she answered honestly and innocently, “It’s actually not the first time…”

Hyunjoong put down the script, shocked, “What?”

When Hwangbo chose not to answer, he let out another sigh, “Ahhhh, whatever…”, he mumbled, pulling the comforter over his head.~*~Hyunjoong was acting like a grumpy Ahjussi inside his room in a posh Jeju hotel. He just came from Japan, has not received a call nor text from his girlfriend in Macau for three days now, he was grilled and pressure cooked by the Director of his low-rating drama, and most of all he was tired, not to mention the script.

His manager was worried as he watched him pace the huge hotel room, scanning every square foot of the wide living room.

“This isn’t gonna work, Hyung!”, he sputtered over and over again as he glanced through the crumpled and battered script.

His manager nervously picked up his phone and started typing, ‘Where are you? He is turning into a fire-breathing dragon again, but this time, it seems like he will begin eating anything he sees! Please!! SOS!!’, and hit the send button.

The phone vibrated in his hand, then sighed after reading the message.

“Hyunjoongah, excuse me for awhile. I have to go get something for tomorrow’s filming..”, his manager excused himself.

Hyunjoong did not even answer him, instead he just continued pacing back and forth.

He nearly jumped at the sound of a raspy voice calling behind him, “Yah, Grumpy!!”

Hyunjoong felt like his soul ran out from his body.

“Yaaa, what are you doing here?”, he asked after composing himself.

Of course, he was happy to see Hwangbo, the girlfriend he has not heard from for three days, but he had to play it cool and act like he was not overwhelmed with happiness upon seeing her.

“I miss my Shillang of course.. What other reasons do I have to actually come here?”, Hwangbo answered, acting cute as she pulled him closed, wrapping her arms tightly around him, feeling his warmth.

Hyunjoong fought the urge not to hug her back, but it was a very difficult battle to win. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head where a bun was put in place.

“Besides I heard you were giving your Manager a hard time..”, she said, trying her best not to laugh knowing that the bed scene for his drama was bothering him like hell.

Hyunjoong sighed, he always seems to lose his power when she is around. She always seemed to break through the walls he built around himself.

“I’m just having a hard time with the bed scene for the next episode.. And, it’s supposed to be the highlight.”, he answered, honestly this time.

Hwangbo could not help but laugh.

“Oh Shillang!”, she said, resting her cheek on his well toned chest, listening to his heart beat, “You’re gonna do well. You are after all, Kim Hyunjoong..”

“I wish it were that easy, Buin..”, he said almost giving up hope.

“I have an idea..”, Hwangbo giggled as she took his hands and led him to the bedroom. She laughed as she pushed Hyunjoong to the bed.

Hyunjoong watched her, completely oblivious and confused at what she was doing.

She started undoing the buttons of her trench coat, revealing a black, satin lingerie.

“What are you doing?”, Hyunjoong asked nervously.

“Helping you practice..”, she smiled naughtily as she walked towards him.

“Kiss me, Hyunjoong..”, she purred as she sat on his lap.

But Hyunjoong was completely frozen, unable to move.

“Fine, I’ll kiss you then..”, she whispered when he continued not to budge.

She kissed him slowly, playfully, tracing the contour of his jawline with small butterfly kisses until she reached his waiting mouth. Hyunjoong started to respond and kiss her back.

He swung her to the bed and soon enough, he was on top of her, kissing her mouth with equal fervor and passion.

Hyunjoong smile naughtily, enjoying the sight of Hwangbo’s cheeks as it turned pink, “Forget it. I cannot wait any longer…”

Hyunjoong adjusted his position on top of Hwangbo.

Right then and there, she was instantly aware of his growing need. She did not speak anymore. Instead, she pulls him closer for a succulent kiss and to urge him to continue whatever it was he was doing.

Hours passed quickly in Jejudo.

It was nearly morning.

“Hyejungah..”, he whispered as they lay in bed, sated and happy.

“Hyunjoongah..”, she answered him.

“I’m curious…”, he started, then asked, “Last night, how did you know Hani’s lines?”

Hwangbo let out a throaty laugh, “Do you really think I would let them ask you to do a bed scene without running the details by me first?”

This thing has been lying around on my desk for a few weeks now, just last Saturday or Sunday, I finally decided to sit down and finish it, but there was a series of unfortunate events TT.TT which made me toss it aside because I did not know how to finish this. But that only lasted for a few hours. I know people were like sad and sulking last night, but not the evil me--I ended up weirdly laughing and giggling and chuckling as I stalked blogs and chatrooms. Bwahahahhaa...

Rocking the boat sometimes can be fun, right?? And oh, I SALUTE THE DIEHARD, SOLID TO THE MAXX BELIEVERS!!!

So back to the fic, it has a very weak ending since I think it's pretty much forced, so this isn't something I should be proud of.

Gwaps, I know you said something angsty, something hateful and something that will make HJ look like a twerp after the minor 'commotion' that made you react and post my email here, but it just did not come to me today. Pasensya!!! Maybe some other time? Peace!! And warning, the last line will make you hurl and cringe!!

So, if you want to be disappointed, go ahead and read. If you don't, please I'm begging you, stop right now. LOL.

I want (like all the other writers) the readers to leave comments, but PLEASE NO BASHING. Please leave me some LOVE, it's a Monday, I need all the Loving I could get!!!

To Moc, thanks for dropping by and leaving me lotsa love. It is greatly appreciated. Thanks so much!!

And oh, thank you LVK2010 for the pic!!! You're jjang!!!

Hyunjoong grunted as the white Sedan in front of his Cayenne slowly and carefully turned right, taking almost all the time in the world. As soon as he had the chance to overtake, he immediately grabbed the opportunity.

He was anxious and in a hurry. The call he received earlier made him wake up from his sleepy reverie, put on his pants, grab the lime green polo from last night, pick up a pair of heavily tinted sunglasses and his General Idea cap, slip on the first pair of slippers he could find and run out of the door.

He had been swerving, overtaking, beating red lights ever since he got out of his apartment’s parking lot. A few seconds ago, he even had to steal an Ahjumma’s parking space. He was not normally rude, and he always followed road rules and courtesy, but today was an exception.

“Mian..”, he mouthed, then gave the fuming Ahjumma a 90 degree bow. She was watching him fiercely, like she was about to attack her prey.

Hyunjoong was pretty much aware of the expletives she might be throwing at him, but he really could not care less, like how he did not care that his hair was dishevelled, that the dark circles under his eyes were growing 1 millimeter wider each second, that his polo was not buttoned properly. He did not care about his image being an idol today. In fact, he forgot he was one. All he cared about was seeing her.

He remembered his Hyung’s trembling voice over the phone.

“Sorry to wake you so early Hyunjoongie. I just don’t know who else to call.”, Brian started.

It was 5:17AM when he received his call. Hyunjoong answered sleepily without even looking at the caller ID. He barely had two hours of sleep in the past two days, and it was his only time off from the Playful Kiss set.

“I normally call Euni or Junjin or Andy when things like these happen. And also, I did not want her parents to worry. You were on her speed dial, so I thought it’d be best to call you…”, Brian continued. Hyunjoong was startled. He quickly glanced over the screen. It said ‘Blackbelter’. His heart pounded faster as thoughts swarmed his weary head.

“Hyung, did something happen?”, Hyunjoong managed to ask.

“It’s Hyejung-ah, she’s very sick right now. I think she caught the flu, but she still worked and had not had sleep yet. She’s being stubborn again and refused to go the doctor..”, Brian explained, “She was coughing and shivering at the set, so I insisted to take her to the hospital, but we ended up fighting inside my car, so I took her to her apartment instead.”

“Can you come over immediately, Hyunjoong?”, Brian asked.

Hyunjoong breathed heavily as he climbed up the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

Sweat started to trickle down his forehead as he lifted his arm to ring the doorbell. He rolled his eyes and thought that she should have given him the keys to her apartment, but as usual, she stands firm and insists on doing things her way.

As expected, Brian opened the door. Relief was painted all over his then worried face when he saw his Hoobae.

“Thank God, you’re here..”, he exclaimed, “I gotta run back to Storm’s set to finish some things.”

Hyunjoong nodded as he watched his Hyung scurry and went out of the apartment.

“She’s inside, and she refused to take any medications..”, he told Hyunjoong before leaving.

The idol walked through the familiar hallway. Nothing much has changed except that the cats and dogs weren’t the first once to greet him and it has become a bit messy knowing that Hyejung is a neat freak. Both of them have gotten busier as more projects poured in, so they have been getting lesser time for themselves and to be with each other.

Hyunjoong knocked on the first door to the right, but he did not get an answer. He decided to open the door slowly so as not to disturb the person inside.

He looked around and finally saw her shivering on her bed, all wrapped up in two thick comforters. She was asleep, but her face was tired, pale and thin. Her once full lips were dry, and there were heavy, dark circles under her eyes.

She started coughing. Hyunjoong remembered the first time he saw her sick and coughing inside their apartment back in their WGM days. The sense of urgency to take care of her at that time was exactly what he felt today. He wanted to run to the nearest drug store and buy all sorts of medications and vitamins, but at the same time he never wanted to leave her side.

He peeled off one of the thick comforters from her, and she did not even notice. Then, he slowly rolled the other one down, revealing her fully clothed body.

She cringed a little, then shuddered even more.

“Cold”, she whispered, then started to cough again.

It took great effort for Hyunjoong not to be all over her and take her into his arms as he watched her almost coughing her lungs out. He took a seat in bed beside her and gently patted her back, hoping that would ease all the pain she was feeling.

On his way to her apartment, he was cursing her for not taking care of her body and her health, for being a workaholic, for saying she was fine when in fact, she wasn’t. He swore to himself he was going to reprimand her for all those reasons, for making him worry and for not telling him that she was sick, but all those pent up anger disappeared the very second he saw her weak face—an unfamiliar scene for him.

She started to cough again, making her whole body tremble. When the coughing subsided, Hyejung opened her catlike, puffy eyes.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, “Do you need anything?”

She could not believe who was in front of her.

“Hyunjoongah..”, she whispered, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Are you okay, Buin?”, he asked again, “Are you feeling pain? Discomfort? Anything I can do to make you feel better?”, he asked, touching her pale cheeks.

“I’m fine..”, she answered, trying to convince him by trying to sit up, “I’m really fi…”, but her world suddenly spun before her very eyes. She started coughing again, this time harder and more violent than before.

“Apayo…”, she unconsciously said as she staggered to one side, nearly falling off the bed.

But two strong arms scooped her up and were wrapped around her small strength-less figure protectively. It felt warm and safe to be inside Hyunjoong’s secure embrace—like all the worries and pains will soon go away. Hyejung wanted to be trapped inside his embrace forever. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. It felt amazing.

Hyunjoong pulled away from their embrace and cupped her face between her palms. He watched her intently as if observing if there are traces of pain.

“Kwenchanayo?”, he asked her then pulled her closer to plant a kiss on her feverish forehead. Without waiting for an answer, he took her inside his loving embrace again.

“I’m here now. I’ll take care of you..”, he whispered into her ear.

A small smile formed on Hyejung’s parched lips. Her flu and fever has not gone down, but having him hold her like that eased her pain a bit. Just when she needs two arms to hold her tight, his tender love and kisses can make it right. He can chase the darkness in her world and make her days full of light. It is a fact, that there is none better and no one can do it better than Kim Hyunjoong.

Hmmm, Sunday was IDLE and the boring aftie was making me sleepy---so I decided to watch MNI again and tada!!! Ideas, ideas!!!

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And, THANK YOU Ate Haewon for the PICTURE!!!

The late afternoon sun shone mightily over the Eastern skies—his last hurrah before the moon takes her reign.

Beads of sweat started to form on Kyujong’s forehead as he quietly shielded the sun using his hand. A lean, tall figure walked idly on the vast terrace is isolating himself from the rest of the crowd. Kyujong was almost certain the figure came out from the heavy wooden doors. He observed from a distance, not minding Yougnsaeng’s chitchats and Jungmin’s boisterous laughter. He was trying to focus on the person from across the wide place.

The other person seemed lost, and although it wasn’t very clear, there was sadness and grief stamped all over his face. His shoulders slumped as he took a seat, holding a glass of untouched champagne between his hands. Unlike everyone else in that private resort somewhere in SouthEast Asia, he seemed gravely depressed. He was a contradiction of everyone else’s festive and happy spirits.

Kyujong noticed a hand squeezing his arm. He looked at the woman beside him—his girlfriend. Yoobin, too, had been observing the gloomy person on the other side of the terrace.

She leaned closer to him and whispered, “I think you need to talk to him…”, her voice filled with worry.

Kyujong nodded then excused himself from his posse and made his way through the crowd.

He cleared his throat and sat down beside Hyungjun.

“Where have you been, Maknae? Everybody has been looking for you….”, Kyujong started, but he did not get a reply.

He cleared his throat again, another attempt, this time straight to the point, “So, Hyungjunah, were you able to do what you came here to do?”

Hyungjun stared blankly at the wine glass, then bobbed his head, “Mmmmm…”, he mumbled.

Although Kyujong knew what Hyungjun’s answer would be, he pretended not to know.

“So, you broke them up?”, Kyujong asked, “You got Noona to agree not to marry Hyung?”

This time, Hyungjun held on to the glass tightly as if determined not to break it while Kyu anxiously waited for his response and preparing what to say next.

“Ani..”, Hyungjun said softly, the pain he must be feeling causing him to choke.

“Ani..”, he said again, his eyes staring straight at the dark blue sea that stretched far and wide.

“I did my mission. I came here to do what I was supposed to do..”, he sighed.

“Which is?”, Kyujong asked.

“I went inside to wish them both a happy life together, full of love and blessings..”, Hyungjun closed his eyes, preventing the tears from falling.

“Noona seems very happy with Hyung. And Hyung, he obviously loves her very much..”, the Maknae explained, “How am I supposed to ruin that kind of love?”

Kyujong stared at Hyungjun, relieved.~“I now pronounce you, man and wife. The Shillang may now kiss his Buin..”, the priest announced.

Hyungjun cringed. Hearing the priest say those lines was like pouring vinegar on his already broken heart.

He sat silently still as everyone got up to greet the newly weds as if gathering his strength and courage.

When everyone left to attend the reception, the Maknae stood up and walked through the green path.~“And now, let’s hear from one of Hyejungssi’s favorite Young Masters—Hyungjunah!”, the emcee said.

It was Kyujong’s turn to cringe, squeezing Yoobin’s hand, as his heart skipped a beat.

Hyungjun stood up and took the microphone. He stared into space for awhile.

“Today, I had a dream.”, he smirked as he looked at Hyunjoong.

“I dreamt someone got in the way of true love..”, this time he stared at his Noona who was looking back at him intently.

“But looking at Hyung and Noona, I realized they are each other’s soul mate, each other’s sweetheart, each other’s dream come true from now on until the end of time…”

“Hyung has given his heart and soul to Noona, and Noona has accepted that fully.”

“Luckily, it was just a dream, a nightmare in fact.”, he looked at his shoe and sighed. He raised his wine glass, “Let’s toast our glasses to true love. As Shakespeare said, Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. When life gets hard and things change true love remains the same. Here’s to Noona and Hyung’s genuine and true love, a love that will remain the same.. Always and Forever..”

Kyujong beamed with pride and joy as everyone raised their glasses.

Hyungjun sighed as he watched his Noona smiling happily at his Hyung, then let out a huge sigh. He did what he came here to do.

Kyujong stood up beside him and tapped his shoulder, “I’m proud of you, dude. You’ll find the one for you.”